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Best Poems Written by Blind Pathos

Below are the all-time best Blind Pathos poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Social Media

For lack of attention

And lack of invention

They couldn't help it 

Now we can't stop it

With mustered pretention



Living in the keyhole

The pretty lies are sold

Women of appetite eat

Cannibal spawn tweet

As our credits roll



Just out of light

In the shadow of right

Men counterfeit valor

Then duck and cower

Lacking a will to fight



Fast forward life time

Wonder past its prime

Cut and paste history

To create a mystery

Of victimless crime



Remember what to say

Regurgitate yesterday 

We salted the earth

And lost its worth

We lost our way



Alone in the corner

The facts adorn her

Through rise and fall

Truth awaits us all

As we learn her cure



Folly laughing loud

The trashy and proud

Can't see it there

Behind the despair

Death with its crowd

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Overfuture



There will be no secrets
Nowhere to hide
The left and right being outwitted
And little brother inside

The drones and data crawlers delve
Dreams and nightmares being ourselves
Compiled evidences mount concern
While mankind’s bridges burn

Our cyborg image never shown
Our accessories scent allured us
Hums of technology a pleasant moan
We breathed deep the aroma’s service

Bandwidth culture firmly in place
Everyman has no face
Ethnicity of avatar and clan of choice
 Everyman selects a voice

The blind face themselves feeling
Something’s missing out of sight
 Reaching for the cognitive ceiling
 Surrendering for wrong and right

To machines constant drumming
The overfuture’s coming
Where there’s nothing left to do
And no difference from me to you

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Finger Lickin Truth


If the truth was pretty
And it smelled just right…
Or it taste like a t-bone
And came in diet light…

If truth was static free
And came in easy stages…
Or in scratch n sniff colors 
On large n glossy pages…

If the truth looked good
On my arm uptown…
Or sang like a bird
In a sequin gown…

But, … the fool is king, his folly law
His head is thick and fingers raw
Justice is blind and wisdom’s a pearl
Luck is a lady and Truth’s a girl

Her sister is good intentions
The procrastinating whore
Who knocks down the walls
And ignores all the doors

From her cuts I have learned
Truth is the flame, not the burn
She won’t change and she won’t bend
Way too uppity for my friends

To some, Truth is getting rich
And finding perfect mates
But Truth is just a lonely girl
Who never gets a date

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Infodrome


From my chair
Through the air
I want my info now 
 Truth or dare
I don’t care
Give me info now

Hip wired infolites
Something bout usage rights
Whereas my info wow
Flying flags ever knowing
Looking back never going 
Here’s my info now

Meaning without content
Exists without it being sent
The contents meaning slowly dies
Contending feeds on sorefull eyes 

Mercy typo pings brindle blogger
Immortal mention 2 NSA loggers
Wikimaster with google goggles
Seeks truthess acknak for boondoggle

Give me just a little push
My parental burning bush
Life lite the snippet deluxe
Youtube the world gone amuck

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Internet Campfire



The world peeks at one another
Reaches out or maybe not
To a stranger or a brother
What is get and what is got
In our virtual melting pots

Everything is something like it
In all the places we’ve been
Across the fire we all sit
On the other side of a screen
Where we can’t be seen

Calling soft, cry or shout
There’s darkness out there
While the world is all about
In the cyber night beware
If it’s your soul you share

Once upon a time ago
We called from tenements 
To bricks and windows
To ourselves in lost lament
 As early proto blogs went

With a voice in the night
Drawing flies and crowds
The world just out of sight
Gave the night its lowly vows
“Really” laughing out loud

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Data Patch


A patch of data came my way
Time stamped from yesterday
Some bits suggest it is true
My mail insists that it is new
So what do I know

It is a letter to me and it has
A message for me from the past
It's subject has great appeal
But before I break the sacred seal
What do I know

Is it virus or is it trojan
How do I know where it's been
Am I on a salesman's list
Or has it been hacker kissed
What do I know

Despite the titles wit
I don't remember writing it
The moment of truth comes to call
I don't remember yesterday at all
So what do I know

Opening it I smiled as I read
Just remembering in my head
"From past me, I wanted to say 
To the future me,... happy birthday"
What do you know

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Rats Go Round


(Refrain?)
Rats in a cage and around we go
Round and round we go 
Keep your tail up 
Keep your head down 
Which ways up
And around we go

Three too many on the wheel
Too too long between meals
One step ahead of the frail
Some will eat their young
Some chew their tail
And some be carefully hung

Clear my eyes of what I know
Draw the truth in pleasing rows
From every cage there’s one
Who more than the rest
Lacks standard deviation
And his Kung Fu is best

Life accelerates as the cliffs heat
And for all the lemmings in bare feet
Truth may be just too close to call
What unravels one may unravel all
Being certain I'm no kind of bird
I'm drawn to the back of the herd

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Marrowspeak



Singularity socioplasma
Checkit future beatcha
Beauty vulgarspoken tweaktalks
Brokenrule syntax thruwalks
Collapsecom moreless
Triplespeak betterbest

Mindmush neuroplasticity 
In homodatum newbie 
Virtualsapien weblifes
Newreal digihive 
Override overuse overbe
Oncewas nowam newme

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Romance Lost



Death stalks me like a sweetheart
Rushes up and then just let’s me be
All together my life comes apart
And I keep watching but I can’t see

Brush away the dead canaries
And put a picture on the desk
Another charm on the keys
And a dead carnation on your vest

Pound the swords into plowshares
And the romance into bell curves
Atop all the freshly painted prayers
Only Satan’s corporate d’oeuvres

Pull out the dreams and polish 
Cry a tear for all the windmills
Look to progress instead of solace
Hope is just another bitter pill

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Hard Crossing


Where is that daunting monster
Boogie man in life’s shadow
Master mentor and concierge
Whose touch I’ve come to know

To you I’ll waste no breath
Beauty is not long and septic
My daunting docent of death
Midwife to misery, work quick

What small dignities remain
Strung of vomiting seconds 
Cultures a pearl of great pain 
To ferry a man of no direction